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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, % q+ C; D7 o" ~& ^
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 5 j& ?- L5 S2 U" W! |" a
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
5 _2 O$ v& b) q: WCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. . J7 g V: E! ]3 w4 i" x
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
0 ~" A" g) y! U [How you suffered for you sanity, . z3 }+ b( P2 }. L
How you tried to set them free,
: E+ g: j! H ZThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
: c S- {5 R2 {" ]( t; P, N% nStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
$ P/ t8 P1 b0 c5 Y$ U) ?) XSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, . M* a {( e% }
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
$ \0 P6 ^0 ~' G- F4 }- S+ P( j" \/ WWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. " K. |8 Q3 L1 @1 O. }4 I" x
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, * R& Z4 R3 n9 r2 o
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ; o3 n- Q5 n; e# p4 f: b. v
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 8 u* {0 U) N! ~( Z$ ]
But I could have told you, Vincent,
2 Q8 {2 V) S* v7 a6 L9 bThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 0 N6 M4 V! K1 M+ a5 d& h; b' ?
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, & ` f: E6 v( `, K& e& z3 f* s4 H' g
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
8 I! T. ]2 e; ]; x+ s+ E7 ]Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
+ Y4 F7 x; `$ v0 y4 M6 h) B: K7 WThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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5 J! s4 W: E8 v% ?4 R0 r: ZNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ; W% r# w; g, F" ]
How you suffered for you sanity,
) `/ E1 e, Y! B4 V! \1 ~1 `How you tried to set them free,
" R! X0 j: t9 R6 c4 E0 CThey would not listen they're not listening still,
- O3 S1 {4 w1 RPerhaps they never will. |
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